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In the latter 1970s, I rented a bank safety deposit box. I never had much of monetary value to keep in it, but what was there was important to me. Some pieces of sterling flatware, a few older silver dollars and, most valuable for me, photos of loved ones. Years ago, a family member lost all of her photos in a fire, and that horrified me. This was long before the internet and the Cloud storage. Recently, I decided to quit paying rent on that bank box, but I could find neither of my keys. I was sure one was lost and could not remember seeing the other in years. I talked to bank management and agreed to have it “drilled out” at my expense, but they asked me to look a bit longer. A few weeks later, I came across a key in a small familiar-looking envelope and took it to Prosperity Bank at 208 West Main, in the building where I’ve had an account for well over 50 years.
